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february eleven
books. books. books. until an evening’s pizza gathering was popped upon the unexpecting mom who of course magically pulled it all together as mothers do. it always feels right to open our home. an...
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mosey and plod
this girl and her two boys had a distant mosey and plod in mind. we stopped for burgers at out favorite place before winding our way up the mountain. with our official mosey and plod set for the...
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february eighteen
more watching than knitting. all the very cold surfer friends stormed the hot tub. hands and feet were blue. reminding me why i didn't join their icy adventure though waves were quite perfect for one...
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february nineteen
one cat climbed into my chair and quite tucked itself between my knitting self and the chair where no room really was. brothers went walking with one who cared to. maybe even a little vision was...
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february twenty
brothers were in the shed grinding and smoothing and carving away on scraps of wood that happen to be conveniently piled in the side yard. i shall complain no more about that pile, for a wealth of...
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february seventeen – books
i wake up every day to these books. i walk by them many times in a day. i go to bed every day looking at these books. sometimes they remind me that i homeschool. sometimes i wonder why so much time...
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perfectly imperfect
today this girl is reminded that a rather imperfectionist she absolutely is for two corners needed wonky little strips added before sewing on the binding was possible. and a little square was sewn...
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fifty.
my boy will always be able to say he went surfing with his mom when she turned fifty. i even caught my first two for-reals waves. he saw it and was as excited as i. my dad told me today that his...
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August eight
Proof that I am simply here and quite moving forward. Daily. My quiet corner in the midst of a not so quiet house is where the moving forward is schemed when my corner of the ocean is not to be...
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August nine
We gathered wood from a cabinet maker. A creative. The shop smelled of machines and sawdust. He showed us wood from his childhood oak tree. He made a desk for his son with some of it. He dreams of...
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